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So I went with Lady Ommaney, and was refreshed by the sight of that calm face of Madame Darpent, which she always seemed to me to have borrowed from the angels, and which only grew the sweeter and more exalted the greater was her trouble, as if she imbibed more and more of heavenly grace in proportion to her needs.
Sir Ommaney picked up the tackle, the Commandant the coil of rope, and the pair followed her one behind the other.
She would have begun by forbidding Annora to go, attended only by the servants, to prayers at the England ambassador's: but Eustace had foreseen this, and made arrangements with a good old knight and his lady, Sir Francis Ommaney, always to call for my sister on their way to church, and she was always ready for them.
Here, on the uplands, the breeze met them, and at his feet Sir Ommaney, for the first time, saw spread the wonderful circle of the great sea lights. Smaller lights twinkled like a thread of gems along the north and north-eastern horizon. They belonged to the boats still prosecuting the search. From the first Vashti had led the way without faltering or appearing to hesitate for a moment.
That's Rupert Ommaney, and no one else, and I warn you to remember it." "Come along, Rupert," he cried cheerily, aloud to the stranger. "It's time we were off." With that they swung into the saddle, and rattled out of the courtyard, the stranger in the midst.
"Mademoiselle Cara!... You? And here, of all places in the world!" But upon this they both turned, as the door opened and the Commandant stood on the threshold. "Miss Vashti!" The Commandant stared from one to the other. Vashti broke the silence with her ready laugh. "Sir Ommaney Ward and I have met before.
However, I knew my sister well enough to be aware that to contradict her was the surest mode of making her resolute, and I thought it wiser that there should be no appearance of neglect or ingratitude to rouse her on behalf of the Darpents. So I agreed with Lady Ommaney that we would seem to take no notice, but only be upon our guard.
"Sir Ommaney Ward." "The devil! And I sent for him! Forgive me, Commandant " "And excuse me, Sir Cæsar, but I prefer to believe he is here because my letter brought him." The Lord Proprietor held out his hand. "Will you take it, Commandant? Miss Cara has told me of that letter. You are a good man, and I have wronged you." Three years and a few months have passed.
Sir Ommaney, left to himself, took a glance round the poverty-stricken room, and stretched out his long legs to the blaze. The evening air without had been chilly. The sea-coal in the grate, stirred by the Commandant's poker, woke to a warm glow with a small dancing flame on top. Sir Ommaney stared into the glow, lost in thought.... A tapping on the pane awoke him out of his brown study.
Annora besought permission to accompany me, and, to my surprise, my mother consented, saying to me in confidence that she did not like leaving her in Lady Ommaney's care while she herself was with the Queen of England. Lady Ommaney was not of sufficient rank, and had ideas.
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